Water
By Stryderthorongil
Water
Warm…Caressing
Eyes closing, moving into the flow
Each droplet sends a tingle to that special place below
Its heated touch, pulsating throb, touching every sense
Hands moving with the water, the feeling so intense
Water flows, across chest, stomach and thigh
Body heats, breathing quickens, enjoying this strange high
Hardness, throbbing, moving to waters caress
Sliding, slipping, moaning to waters finesse
Warm…Caressing
Water
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